Clary plunges her dagger into the demon's chest, watching as dark ichor oozes out of its chest. Once the demon has faded away, Clary turns back to see Jace watching her in the shadows of the dark alley, ichor stains his Shadowhunter gear and clothes as well. Clary pushes a strand of loose fiery red hair behind her ear and approaches Jace.

"So," Clary asks, "how do you think I did?"

Jace steps closer to Clary, leaving just a few inches between them. Clary can feel her cheeks burn as they do whenever she is this close to Jace.

"Not too bad," Jace says. "You must have a smart, intelligent trainer. He's probably dashingly handsome, too."

Clary giggles. "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty lucky."

Jace gets even closer to Clary and puts his right hand gently behind her head, his slender thumb gently caressing her cheek. "I think he's pretty lucky, too."

Clary looks straight up into Jace's golden eyes, seeing his love and lust for her in them. Clary would love to draw him. She tries to draw him, but every time she does, it doesn't quite look like him; she feels as if her drawings of him don't capture his angelic beauty enough.

Jace looks into Clary's emerald green eyes, seeing a sort of gentleness in her eyes that only he can see. He leans in and gently kisses her lips, feeling her sigh against them as if she was waiting for his kiss. Jace feels like he can never get enough of Clary- her skin, her voice, her eyes, well, everything about her, makes him feel as if nothing else in the world matters.

Before their kiss can become more passionate, Isabelle's voice interrupts them. "Come on, guys. We need to get back to the Institute."

Jace pulls away and rests his forehead against Clary's, sighing as he presses his nose into her cheek. Clary makes a sound of contentment and puts her arms around Jace's neck and pulls him closer, feeling his warm breath against her mouth. Their eyes meet and the two just stare at each other, as if nothing else around them mattered.

"I love you," Jace lightly murmurs.

"I love you, too," Clary responds, the corners of her lips curling up in a smile.

"Come on," Isabelle says, moving out from the shadows, her figure being illuminated by the street light a few yards away on the street corner at the end of the alley. The dark brick buildings and minimal lighting give Isabelle an ominous look. "You two can canoodle back at the Institute. I want to get out of here."

Clary and Jace pull away, though Jace pulls Clary into his side and wraps a toned arm around her shoulder. Clary leans her head against Jace's chest and puts a thin arm around his waist. The three meet Alec at the end of the alley and head back to the Institute for the night